Weirdness Abounds. Still.

She writes. "My little sister respects me enough to ask for my opinion on random importances. Weird. My little sister, who is nothing like me, yet shares nearly everything with me; who knows me probably better than anyone else in the world. Who knew my snobberies, cruelties, idiocies, pretensions, and loved me anyway."

Last year, on my little sister's birthday, I indulged.

"At 23 she seemed unaffected by our rocky adolescent relationship. In place of the shy, cherubim-faced little sister whose personality was so maddeningly contrary to my own, a compassionate, intelligent cherubim-faced woman suddenly appeared to nod her head knowingly, argue persuasively and love me unconditionally."

How many people in your family can you call best friend? Maybe this number is infinite.

Ibid has discovered what we all learn over time: our siblings are better than we are. Or at least, they are so much more than we thought.

It is weird. But is so much more real than I imagined.